Hollywood Hunter

Chapter 58.

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With the morning's agenda over, a lunchtime banquet for a cadre of executives attending the conference, and an afternoon walk-through of several properties located downtown, Simon arrived at the UFMS Children's School on the west side of town around 4pm.

The name after the official opening is not that, of course, but Rivne West Side School.

The school, which until now has been undergoing expansion, offers all-age education from kindergarten through high school, enrolling the children of UFMS mercenaries and the children of Rovno gang executives.

Because of the high quality of the school, of course there are many people who want to send their children to the school, this side does not refuse, the only difference is that the education of the children of UFMS mercenaries and the children of Rovno gang executives is completely free, which is considered a special benefit, while other outsiders need to pay expensive tuition.

To many, the strongest aspect of Rivne West Side School is that the school's current student population is roughly 3,700, while the number of teachers, at a staggering 2,100, and the pure student-teacher ratio, not taking into account other non-teaching functions, is only 1.7 to 1, a horror for a school providing primary education.

In fact, it mostly stems from Simon's original recruiting strategy.

Because of the collapse of the country, the once highly developed education system in the Ukraine, due to financial constraints, a large number of top teaching personnel can not even pay their salaries, and have to find another way out. As a bonafide elitist, Simon instinctively didn't want to see this happen, and then, spurred by the incident about a top physics professor who couldn't even afford a $5 pension and had to write a letter begging for a job, he asked the school to let go of recruiting related talent.

As a result, the school has more than 2,100 teachers, mostly with doctoral degrees, many of whom are university professors from Ukraine and even from Russia.

The average salary level Simon gives is $500, which is a joke in the United States, but here in Ukraine, it is already a top high salary level, more than ten times the average monthly income of Ukrainian residents at this stage, enough for these elites to settle down in Rivne.

The surplus is almost inevitable with a faculty of over 2,100 to cope with 3,700 students, so many teachers don't actually attend classes, and after all, not all of Simon's best recruits are suitable for the podium. The Westeros system offers a variety of consulting services to businesses on this side of the world.

It's okay to be really idle and have nothing to do.

Even if these people's salaries totaled over a million dollars a month, it wouldn't matter to Simon.

According to the ancient Chinese saying, let's pretend it's a thousand gold to raise a soldier.

In fact, taking Simon's relatively lucrative salary in Ukraine, there really aren't many people who are intentionally lazy.

Even though it was summer break, there was still a lot of activity on campus as Simon entered the school.

Simon understood early on that the key to a lifelong impact is not a college education, but a primary education, and so when the idea of working on this was first set in the philanthropic direction of the Westerosi family, the idea of working on it came up, but then faced reality and took the initiative to adjust.

However, for this school, even without the expectations associated with Sowell College in Los Angeles, Simon's personally determined style of education is still a harsh, elite education, rather than the happy education that is common in Europe and the United States to fool the lower classes.

Although it is free for all students who qualify, students within this school will be in a competitive situation from the primary level.

Because of parents, no one is expelled unless they do something particularly egregious, but all students are divided according to their academic performance, with the top performers going into the top classes.

For example, students who are not interested in any of the cultural subjects, but are good at sports, can be trained.

In addition, Simon has also customized additional scholarship regulations, and will continue to receive financial support from the Westeros system if he graduates from high school and gets into a designated university, or even study abroad directly under the Westeros system.

As for the parents, if they can't accept this Spartan education, they will have to take their children away.

However, until now, only more and more people want to send their children to this school, and nothing has been done to make them withdraw from the school because of its strict education system. It is definitely not just the Chinese parents' concept of valuing education and expecting their children to succeed; it can be said to be the instinct of almost all parents in the world.

Simon walked the grounds of this campus.

The entire campus, even the kindergarten area, has a lot of students, kindergarten side is obviously some parents do not have the time to see their children to take the initiative to send over, after all, this side of the kindergarten teachers standard is also carefully selected after the top, while other primary and secondary school area, everywhere teachers have students or receive summer tuition, or a variety of interest group activities, and so on.

In short, it's filled with a sharpness that is completely absent from this run-down country.

Probably a special arrangement, Simon also met the original letter to his own physics professor at Kiev National University, named Sergei Yershakov, 68 years old this year, still hale and hearty, is tutoring high school physics for a group of students, Simon also listened to a paragraph, compared to the memory of his own high school career in physics courses, can only say that the difference is obvious.

After a few final chats, the old man thanked Simon for his job, which was now supporting almost a whole family.

And then there was some inevitable sighing and lamenting.

Simon remained at the school for two hours, until six o'clock.

Then there was another party in the evening.

Rather special, entertaining some of Ukraine's top military officials.

With the establishment of the Ukrainian constitution, both the political and military system of Ukraine have begun a new round of changes, and on the military side, the Kiev authorities have begun to mull over a new round of military reform.

In fact, to be frank, it's still another round of disarmament.

Even if the Soviet Union just collapsed when the Ukrainian region of more than 700,000 troops has been reduced to more than 200,000, now the Ukraine, or can not afford to raise.

Simon had also gotten some information in advance.

With this reform, the entire Ukrainian army would be planned to be consolidated into three major military regions, mainly the Northern Operational Command with Kiev as the core, the Southern Operational Command with Odessa as the core, and the Western Operational Command with Rivne as the core.

That's right.

Three military regions, and the Kiev authorities intend to establish the base of the Western Operations Command, which is integrated in the nine western oblasts, in the city of Rivne, the capital of Rivno oblast.

This was obviously not done at random.

Simon didn't try to change anything about it.

If it had been the Soviet era, or any other politically stable country, and the authorities had done this, Simon might still have been squeamish.

The Ukraine now, with its 200,000-strong army, is frankly a bunch of hyenas that are probably worse than the Iraqi army in the Gulf War.

As for the reason.

Soldiers have to eat food, and now Ukraine, let's say in 1995, the Kiev authorities squeezed out of the excessive budget folded into only a pathetic $910 million, less than $1 billion in military spending, plus the Ukraine at this stage of the well-known layers of skinned state, fall to about 240,000 troops in mid-1996, may not even $500 million.

It may be a problem to feed the soldiers, let alone fight the war.

Now the Ukrainian army, to put it bluntly, from top to bottom, is all kinds of tossing and turning to fend for itself, after all, the Soviet Union has just collapsed a few years ago, Western society and Eastern European countries are in the honeymoon period, at least on the Ukrainian side, there is no sign of war, so naturally no one will think or care about their own army.

Simon entertained precisely the senior Ugandan military officer who had already been inducted as commander of the Western Operations Command, named Vasily Borisov, 56 years old and with the rank of lieutenant general.

By the way, it was the same general who had mobilized a regiment of sappers to help with the infrastructure on the military theme park side in the first place, and the Borisov family was also one of the secret shareholders on the military theme park side, in addition, the previously established sponsorship program for the children of high-ranking Ukrainians to study abroad, and Vasily Borisov's youngest son, Alexander Borisov, was among them.

In addition, the arms deals with the Angolan side involved the Borisov family, and Borisov's eldest son, Alešek Borisov, also worked in a related arms trading company.

In the end, this is a 'family of one'.

Of course, on the surface, Vassily Borisov belongs to the Kuchma line in the Kiev authorities, but is not the core, and eventually managed to get the post of Commander of the Western Operations Command among several contenders, as well as because of the quietly powerful operation of the Westeros system.

Compared to the Northern Combat Command, which defends Kiev, and the Southern Combat Command, which has a navy, the Western Command is the smallest, with less than 60,000 at this stage, even without considering further downsizing.

Simon had even quietly had a certain thought, 5,000 UFMS private troops against 60,000 Western Combat Command soldiers, and wondered what the outcome would be.

Of course, the chances of that scenario happening were almost nil.

Even if the eventuality in the unlikely event that it did happen, Simon would just watch from afar, certainly mourning the loss of the UFMS private army, but it wouldn't hurt.

Vasily Borisov was more of a bureaucrat than a soldier, in fact, just by looking at each other's bowels, it was not hard to imagine that in front of Simon, even less of a soon-to-be commander of a large military district, but rather with obvious humility, the head of the head, not to mention the other UFMS executives involved in the banquet.

So, a dinner, can be called the guests and hosts to enjoy.

At 10 p.m., the dinner was over, and Simon had no intention of staying in the city, leaving by car to drive again to the complete estate north of Rivne.

As the vehicle entered the main road, the A-girl sitting next to Simon spoke of a matter of business, "An invitation has been sent again from Moscow for you to attend a party tomorrow night, mainly to host an investment visiting team from the United States."

Simon leaned back in his leather seat and shook his head directly at the news, "No go."

Having been with Simon for a long time, the A-girl knew more than the others, and thought, "Boss, I think there are some things you need to show your presence afterwards."

Simon looked into Mistress A's eyes, smiled, and said, "A, so why do you think Yeltsin invited me again?"

The A-girl said, "It's supposed to be to show some kind of good faith, or some communication, anyway, it must be about those layouts the boss has in Russia."

Simon shook his head and smiled, "You're wrong this time."

"Huh?"

Simon, however, did not explain further.

Simon hadn't told anyone else about someone's arrangement, except for the two Jennies, and even A-girl, who only knew that Simon had some special layout on the Russian side, wouldn't have thought that Simon's layout would be the next president of Russia anyway.

This matter was too big, and it wasn't that Simon didn't trust A-girl, but he didn't want to leave such an insignificant flaw.

And again, this invitation from Yeltsin.

If last time, Yeltsin really wanted to talk to Simon, this time, it could very well be a test, a test to confirm some of Simon's original promises.

Simon and Yeltsin's second daughter, Tatyana, have said that someone is not his puppet and cannot be his puppet, something that people with a little bit of brains probably don't believe so easily, and this test, Yeltsin just wants to see if Simon will show a gesture of interference in Russia.

If he went for it, it might give Yeltsin a hint that Simon was very interested in Russia, and even, for an arrangement, very important.

With Simon taking it so seriously, Yeltsin would inevitably think more about it.

Or, even if Simon is really wrong and Yeltsin is really, really keen to talk seriously with Simon, Simon's refusal again will still have the sort of result he hopes for.

The A-girl saw that her boss didn't explain and didn't have the slightest intention of asking more questions, and moved on to some other matters that Simon needed to know about.

Back at the spa estate, the time was still about 11pm.

Today did not immediately go to the bath, to the hall next door to the living room, a few girls are over here watching TV.

Simon didn't really want it to be too crowded, and grabbed a small Eve Banshikova in his arms, and left the girl's sister, Galina, to let the other girls leave.

Natalia Banshikova apparently avoided it on purpose, and Eve went back to arranging for the girls to rest, but instead Marta Becknets was still acting as eager as she had last night.

Taking the coffee from the others, Simon motioned for the girls to sit down next to each other, hugged the doll-like girl in his arms, and named her Doll, smiled and casually asked Marta, "How are you today?"

The words were casual, but Marta didn't dare be casual in the least, not knowing what the big boss was referring to, and just said cautiously, "Not bad."